𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 met with the tempered steel of a battleaxe. the ringing of the clash echoing in the silence that follows. his eyes widen and all too quickly does a face once twisted with monstrous rage return to the guise it held before. ❛ 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰, ❜ he speaks, claws shrinking again to simple fingers. ❛ 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢. ❜ dettlaff takes a moment to straighten his coat. perfect his image before casting a curious eye on the tiefling. ❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱... 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢? ❜ / @heartafire
















